Live the same

We didn’t always have a lot of work, and during those times, we had to find something to do. Bavaro is a pretty boring place—just hotels, private areas you can't get into, a couple of malls, a few movie theaters... Out of boredom, some people drank a lot, and sometimes it ended badly (I actually have a story about that too, by the way). That wasn’t really my thing, so I was always looking for something else to do—sometimes I found it.

At one point, I was staying for a few months in an apartment owned by some friends. It was a big place—five rooms—and that’s where I met Johnny, a surfer from Venezuela. He was exactly like a surfer from a ‘90s movie—always barefoot, no shirt, long dyed-blond hair. But he was a good guy.

One day, I found out he was heading to Sosúa to surf. I didn’t know how to surf, but I really wanted to visit Sosúa, so I asked if I could tag along. The only problem was that they were going on motorcycles, and I only had a scooter—I had never ridden it that far before

I already told you about how I got scammed and up buying a scooter in terrible condition. But by the time I’m talking about now, about two years had passed, and I had learned how to fix my ride myself. Pretty much everything had been replaced, and I could get it up to 120 km/h without much trouble.

Still, going long distances on it was kind of scary because I remembered how many times it had broken down before even hitting 100 km. The only comforting thing was that most of the trip was on a toll road, where there was always a support vehicle driving around. They could call a tow truck or bring fuel if needed.

So, early in the morning, before sunrise, we hit the road. By the way, the roads in the Dominicana are actually really good. We made it to Santo Domingo pretty fast. But inside the city, motorcycles weren’t allowed, so we had to take a detour—but everyone knew that already.

Another challenge was that the whole group of surfers only spoke Spanish. The only one who knew English was Johnny.

When you're scared that you might have a mechanical breakdown, it's a nuisance, I hope your motorbike surprises you and does more than 100,000 kilometres.
Whether you have a mechanical mishap or not, in the end they are all experiences worth telling.
What an adventurer you are, bravo!

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Castellón de la Plana, Castellón, Spain

Thank you. I bought this scooter in 2014, and it was made in 1992, I think it already traveled 100,000 km before I got it))) I don't know how much I traveled on it before I sold it, but I think it was a lot)